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The first few days of summer break we all just sat in silence while mum and dad rushed off to help with the order. Grandma and grandpa Rowell came to pick up Ava and Lucas everyday to visit and take care of our cousins. Izzy went to the burrow a lot to hang out with Luna and Ginny.

I was on my bed listening to some piano music when I hear the doorbell ring. I hop up and went silently to the front door. No one else was home. I neared the front door. "Charlotte are you in there?" I hear Blaise call. I look out the peep hole. I swing the door open.

He smirks slightly. "Nice pajamas." I look down. I was still wearing my sleep shorts and tank with Minnie Mouse on it. I shrug. "Your parents came by this morning and told me to get you get you out of your room. You're supposed to be behaving." he sounds worried.

I motion him inside. "Wait in here while I get dressed." I order him into the living room. The family pictures stare at him with a knowing smile. I smile inwardly at his unease.

I go upstairs. I put on a simple crop top, shorts, and sneakers. I put my art supplies into my bag. I go back down. He was looking through my mum's old travel scrapbooks. "I didn't mean to snoop." he started to explain as I come down the stairs.

I walk over and look at the photos. "There are people here you haven't told me about." he whispers. I give him a light smile and begin to point everyone out. Then I got to auntie Lily and uncle James. "That's Harry's mum and dad. That man there beside uncle Remus is Peter Pettigrew. Oh, and in this photo when my mum and her friends were on a cruise." I smile.

We continue to look at the scrapbooks. "You have a very interesting family. I can't believe your aunts and mum used to prank them back like that. And those dresses." he chuckles. "Unfortunately, we can't stay here all day." I sigh.

I lift my prepared bag. "Where to?" He laughs sarcastically. I go to the kitchen and he follows. "Kreacher!", I call, and he appears, "I'm going out for a bit so you can go to Grimmauld Place and help there." Kreacher nods and bows. He gave Blaise a smirk of sorts then disappears.

Blaise was confused. "He's going to go gossip to Grandma Black's portrait.", I pat his shoulder, "Don't worry I think she likes you already." We went out the door and I lock it making sure to leave a note.

A car pulls up to the sidewalk. A man in a suit got out. "Mr. Zabini and Ms. Black." he says as he opens the door to the back seat. We climb in and the man got in the driver seat. Blaise nods at him and the car went into drive.

15 minutes later we were outside of a nice row of houses. We climb out of the vehicle. Blaise leads me into a house. It had enchantments on it similar to that of Grimmauld Place. He nods to people that we passed. I look around in wonder and amazement.

He knocks on an ornately decorated door. "Enter." his mum calls. We enter and she looks up with a smile. "Just wanted to let you know we were home. Don't come up with any of your antics. We'll be in my room." Blaise looks at his mum like she's planning something. "I promise" she sighs holding up her hands. As we left the room she calls out "You behave yourself young man!"

I snicker as he leads me up a set of stairs. He opens a door and motions me inside. My jaw drops. It was a mix of French and Italian décor that had been perfectly picked out so that not one thing clashed or over-powered the others. "Expecting something different?" he asks as he closes the door. "Not really, just not to this scale." I answer as I walk around the room. He watches me as I explore his room. I turn back to him. He was sitting on his desk.

I skip over. "Your room is positively gorgeous." I whispered. He ruffles my hair and I smile. He pressed a button on his desk and an extra chair appeared. I frown at the chair "You're not going to make study again, are you?"

He chuckles like what I said is highly entertaining. He taps the chair and I sit reluctantly. He presses another button and the bit of desk in front of me transforms into a mini art studio. I run my hands over the different art tools. "Have fun playing." he kisses my forehead as he stands from the desk.

He taps my shoulder 4 hours later. "Lunch break. Come on." he gently pulls me away from the desk. There was a delicious spread of French cuisine on a table by the window. He makes sure I don't try escape back to the mini studio as I eat. "Why do you think I'm going to try and escape?" I ask.

"Your dad. He said your mum does the same thing. He has to coax her every day from her work to eat." he replies sliding a slice of cake towards me. I take a bite. I frown at him. "Not fair. You know humans aren't supposed to eat food meant for the Gods." I slide the plate to him. He goes to take the plate and I snatch it back.

I lay my head on the table when I'm done eating. "That was divine. I can't eat anymore." a happy tear falls from my eye. "Why are you crying over food?" he looks bemused. "My mum taught me to cook and my grandparents have taken me to the Michelin restaurants. When visiting my cousins', I've tried the local delicacies. I've tried for years to replicate the taste and the flavors, but that food was better. I know it is and I'm happy.", I sigh in content. My eyelids feel heavy.

Blaise picks me up and place me on his bed. It was softer than a cloud. I fall asleep instantly. I wake up on my own. Blaise was at the desk. I stretch and make my way over. I throw my arms around him and place my head on his shoulder. "Ah she's awake." he murmurs. I kiss his neck and looked down to see what he was doing. He was reading a book of Edgar Allan Poe. "Do you want my attention?" he asks suddenly.

I'd been reading the book with him and not paying attention. "I was reading with you." I say pointing at the paragraph I was on. He shakes his head and pulls me onto his lap. We keep reading from the book together.

We finish the book in the late afternoon. "Same time tomorrow?" he asks. "It's a date." I respond. He takes me home. "I'll be waiting right here at 8." he reminds me as I climb out of the vehicle. I smile and close the door. I go up the steps. I open the door to find my family whistling as they stood by the window. I roll my eyes and go upstairs. I put my things down. I went down to dinner.

The next day I woke early. I showered and combed through my closet for something comfy to wear. I picked out a tiered shirt and jeans. I slid into a pair of low-heeled boots and grabbed my bag. I put my hair into a low ponytail as I went down the stairs. It was 10 minutes to 8. I place a note on the table since no one was awake. I saw the car pull up to the house and rush out making sure I close the door softly.

"Morning!" I call. He was leaning on the car. "Morning." he opens the door and I slid in. He slides in beside me and the car takes off.

I stand in the doorway of his room. It really was gorgeous. I join Blaise at the desk. "What book are we reading today?" I ask. He points at a stack of books. He pulls me onto his lap, and we begin reading The Lord of the Flies.

By lunch time we finished not only The Lord of the Flies but also The Great Gatsby. He closes The Great Gatsby. "Do you promise not to cry over lunch today?" he asks. "I can make no promises." I shrug. I get up and we went to the table.

Lunch today was Italian. I sit down and stare at the food. I faintly hear Blaise laughing, but I ignore him. Everything was homemade. I put my face in my hands after a bite of pasta. "You're so dramatic!" he snickers. "I can hear angels singing with every bite." I whimper. "Mum she likes your food!" Blaise calls. I hear someone collapse outside his door in glee.

I bounce around in my seat. I finish the main meal and start on the dessert. I examine it and take a bite. The happy tears spilled onto my face. Mrs. Zabini walks in to see my reaction. I sniffle. "She loves it." Mrs. Zabini claps her hands. "If I could marry it I would." I hug her.

Blaise clears his throat and waves at himself. "Blaise told me you like to cook. Why don't you cook with me tomorrow?" she asks ignoring him. "Of course, I have some nice éclair recipes that I've tested out on my family that I think you'll like." I respond. She nods and turns to her son "Don't you dare let her go. Ever!" She waves her finger at him before leaving the room.

I return to my dessert. I look up and see Blaise staring at me. I sigh. I slide into his lap. I bring a piece of the dessert up to his lips "Pouting is not allowed. Eat." He opens his mouth slightly and I put the dessert in. "Isn't it divine." I whisper. He shrugs nonchalantly. I grab another piece and put it in his mouth. "It is pure heaven." I state. I put a piece in my mouth.

I rest my head on his shoulder. "What am I going to do if your cooking with my mum all day?" he asks. I giggle. "You're the test dummy!" He scoffs. "Do you not want to? Since your good at potions maybe you can help then." I offer. He looks down right horrified at the prospect.

"I think I'll just be your taste tester." he agrees. I smirk. He plays with my hands for a bit. "Would you really marry the dessert if you could?" he questions. "Without a second thought." I reply. I slide off his lap as he stood. "That's cruel." he mutters in mock anger. "Those are the brakes kiddo." I go to pick up another piece of the dessert.

He pulls me back from the table. I try to go around him, but he blocks me. Something about this scenario felt oddly familiar. Like we'd done this dance before. I can't quite put a finger on it. I step to the side again. I observe the scene thoughtfully. I walk towards him. Just when he was about to reach out and pull me to him, I step to the opposite side.

He catches me by waist and pulls me to him. "She's learning." he whispers in my ear. I felt his lips graze my neck. He kissed my neck gently. He said something in Italian. I don't understand but knees feel slightly weak. I stare into his eyes. "Your dangerous. Get away from me." I whisper. "You don't know the half of it." he smirks leaning down to kiss me.